New TF story by _M. Knight

[magnus knight]

And here is the first part of my new werewolf story.

No TF yet, but when it's posted, I feel the wait will be worth it.

This story does contain violence, so if you don't like that sort of thing, you have been warned.

Comments always welcome, and with that away we go:

FURY
BY, Magnus Knight


Grass green and tall covered by the moist mists of the night blew in the soft Scottish winds as the moon glowed bright and full above. Amanda Walker was camping out in her tent near the moors with a campfire crackling outside with its light bathing the canvass tent with its soft glow. Amanda was sitting with her legs crossed at her notebook computer typing away. Amanda was working on her doctorate in paleontology, and a guilty habit of interest in cryptozoology. She was in the area because she read online about some bones recently found in the bogs that were considered either an undiscovered ancestor of the canine family, or a hoax. Her professor had no desire to waste time on it but instead sent his top graduate student, and Amanda jumped at the chance. After all this was far better than her usual duties of being an unpaid secretary or teacher in the classroom. That plus coming from a wealthy back round she was able to pay for the trip herself.
On this sixth night of her stay Amanda was typing her report of what she found so far. Amanda wiped some of her blond hair from away her brow as she cracked her slender knuckles and began to type.

“This find has proven most unusual both in its size and odd bone structure. Though the skull is shaped and the teeth appear canine like, it is unusually large, and though the joints of its knees appear to bend and flex in the appropriate manner, the femur bones are wrong, as the front are shorter and thinner than those of its hind legs, almost as if this creature walked on two legs. The ribs were also structured more in the shape of a hominid then that of a wolf’s or other ancestor along its lineage. The soil sample from the area is consistent and looks old enough and relatively undisturbed since the claimed initial discovery. If I had to guess at this point I would surmise that whatever is here seems to be leftovers from one of our ancestors, who had the unfortunate luck to run into a rather large wolf, similar to the luck I had with a run in with a group of angry locals.”

Amanda doesn’t feel the need to record her encounter, just she thought it was odd how this group, mostly of elderly men in kilts, a few middle aged women, and this creepy little girl, her oddly empty stare, with her eyes, those freakish eyes that seemed to glow with an entrancingly yellow tint. A shiver went up her spine thinking about it. To her there is nothing creepier then the blank expressionless stare of someone, as if they are not so much looking at you, but through you, and she had that look. The odd rags she wore, the way they all were in those clothes with holes in them, it was just so damn creepy.

After pausing in that moment Amanda does decide to record what she could only assume was the leader of this odd pack of locals had said.
“This land be the land of our ancestors, the land of our elders, the land of our pack, and this, the place of our grief, where we mourn the loss of our kin, our loved ones and pups.”

As she logged it just sounded so strange to her, along with the heavy accents of his tongue. That and now that she thought of it, she could swear that little girl growled at her. As she finished her thought, she heard the sound of rustling outside. Unzipping the closure of her tent she poked her head out, and saw Roy from the excavation team of locals her university paid to help with any digging and supply runs.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked with a wry smile. “No such luck lassie.” Was his reply. “Some of the boys thought they heard a something moving in the woods along the camp border, and they elected me to check’r out.”
Amanda smiled, and thought it was kind of cute how Roy and the others in her tiny group were always looking for ways to impress or flirt with her. Being an American it made her feel kind of exotic and particularly attractive in a way. The fact was Roy with his abs and chin was kind of cute himself, and she knew he would on occasion take a peek at her soft rounded rear and B cub breasts, not to mention her blond locks’ and skinny legs. She took one last glance as Roy disappeared into the woods with only the faint glow of his flashlight visible. Peering to her left she saw the other two tents with workers in them, one dark, sleeping she guessed, and the other faintly lit from inside, the men playing a card game of some type based on their shadows glowing off of the canvas. Yawning, she receded into her tent, closing the zipper up for the night, and crawled into her tent for a nights rest. Her last thought brought a smile to her face, wondering if the sleeping bag had room enough for two.

Time passed as Amanda was sleeping in her tent after reviewing her notes. The fog was rolling in from the moors nearby, and off high above the clouds parted to reveal the glare of the bright full moon. A quiet peacefulness fell over the whole countryside, except for the chirping of crickets and other insects in the grasses and tree lines around the campsite.

Only her eyes stirred while she dreamed of being a brilliant, no great, paleontologist, showing her wealthy family that she could be happy working with her hands and contribute to society, unlike her family whom she felt took too much form it.

“Arooo!” Amanda stirred awake with a start, as did the crew in the tents around her. As she was reaching towards the zipper of her tent she heard a second, then a third howl, only the last one sounded closer than the others had been. She hesitated her small hand trembling slightly as the sound of footsteps began to accompany the howls. There was shouting beginning to come from the members of her crew, which soon turned into screams. The noise was becoming a cacophony of noise and cries as the sounds of gurgling and splashing began to hit her ears. The outer tent was being splashed with some sort of liquid.

Amanda pulled her slender legs up against her chest, knees just touching the bottoms of her B cup breasts. Her hand trembling as she ran it through her black hair. The thought of what might be happening outside was not a pleasant one. The glow of the moon began to cast a shadow across the back of her tent; the shadow was that of a man. Amanda couldn’t tell who, but soon enough there were other shadows, of something large, hairy looking, and tall, some on four legs, others on two legs. Amanda began to be filled with a sense of curiosity as well as her fear, and with her trembling hands reaching out she scooted towards those shadows, until with such speed she saw the four legged one attack the lower half, and the two legged one pounce and swipe at the shadow of the man’s head. Amanda watched as the tall shadow became three pieces, and the tall hairy figure on its hind legs pointed its head towards the sky, and an eerie howl filled the air.
The next sound was one of footsteps, large ones, hitting the ground as all the shadows began to run off, and all at once the air was quiet. Amanda pulled on her boots and reached for the zipper of the tents, but not before sitting still for what felt like eternity. Not crying, screaming, nothing but her heart beating in her chest, she was still, and wet, covered with a thin slick of her own perspiration. Swallowing hard, the spit almost choking her as it went down, and shaking she reached and undid the zipper of her tent, and slowly, cautiously her raven haired head popped out, and she peered for the first time into the darkness, nothing, the clouds having covered the moon once more all she saw was her hand in front of her face. She moved with care as her legs came out, and she pulled herself from the tent and stood up.
Grass beneath her feet made a squishy noise as she moved about the campsite. Reaching into the pocket of the jacket she pulled on Amanda brought out a flashlight and switched it on. Upon the beam of white radiant light hitting the grass below she figured out why it was so squishy, blood. The grass around the tents wasn’t covered with dew but the blood of what she could only conceive of was her crew. Turning her head to side as she dropped to her knees Amanda vomited the sick smell of her stomach contents mixing with the blood made her stomach churn and again she lost it. Wiping the dribble from her mouth with her sleeve she rose and began to walk around the area.

The crimson color of the blood was pooled all around the tents, yet as she moved through the site there was no evidence of where the blood came from. Amanda walked over to one of the tents and found no signs of life or death there. The thick canvas was shredded with large claw marks and gashes, but there were no signs of bodies anywhere to be found. Moving to the next tent she found the same, gashes, rips, but nobody. The amount of blood she saw in the grass splashed about in a violent manner was all around her, and there were large foot prints, no paw prints as she got close and traced the shape of one, but nothing else.

Amanda began to sob, her breathing labored as she tried to get a grip on what happened. Her concentration was broken by the low growl coming from behind her. Amanda slowly twisted around and shined the light upwards, her face dripping with sweat, and as she got the light level, in the beam of the light was nothing. There was nothing there, but what seemed like endless night. Sighing nervously she twisted back around. Reaching out she put her hands on the grass and felt something hard. Bringing the item up closer to her eyes it was a claw, a dark black, sharp claw. Turning it over she examined it slowly, and then she began to remember seeing one similar to one of the specimens pulled from the marshy bog. Her mind raced with what this could mean, and as she was about to place it in her pocket she felt something wet on her shoulder. Touching the clear sticky fluid and rubbing it between her finger and thumb it felt familiar. “Feels like slobber?” she asked herself. It was then she heard that growling sound, and twisting around her light caught the glare of these two thin slits, glowing yellow. The next second a series of events unfolded, Amanda dropped everything in her hands, and jumped up and back, twisted her body around and began to run, a loud howl coming from behind her. The chase was on.

Amanda’s boots dug into the soft Earth beneath her as she took flight, heart and mind both racing as she moved at a speed even she was amazed with. Her ears picked up the sounds of other steps moving behind her, along with a series of howls and grunts. Amanda could almost feel the heat on the nape of her neck as whatever it, or they were, moving to close in behind her. She was having trouble seeing in the dark of night moving as fast as she made her way into the woods that surrounded the campsite. Frantically swatting at branches as they tore at her jacket and scratched her face she continued to move onward, struggling to catch her breath, her legs and calves aching, feet sore from the pounding she was putting on them. Amanda moved, in the back of her mind the thought was that these things chasing her should be able to catch up with her with their size they had to have the muscle, and the prints she found they should have the speed as well. This line of thinking was quickly interrupted as the ground fell out from under her, and she realized she was going over a cliff and as she fell her eyes looked up at the cliff base, seeing what she could make out as best was a group of large fur covered animals, as the one in front raised its head and howled into the night. The next thing was her hitting the ground with a thud, and then everything went dark.

Amanda’s eyes slowly flickered open as she groggily awoke, her right hand holding her head. As she came too she sat up, then grabbed her ankle in pain and yelped. It was swollen, and possibly broken she thought, the other thing was she was wet, no soaked. Her ears perked up as she began to become of the sounds around her. Rain was falling, coming down hard, and as her vision cleared she saw the droplets falling all around her, she felt the mud and soil beneath her. Looking up she saw the cliff above, and she calculated she must have dropped twenty feet. Trying to stand she cringed in pain.
Realizing she wasn’t going anywhere in her current state she looked around her for something to make a splint with. Finding some wood she painfully crawled towards it. Her nails broke as she pried herself forward and once close enough reached out and grabbed the wood. Working as fast as she could she quickly made a splint with two branches, and used the tall grass she was in to tie it off, and then reaching up and breaking off a branch from the tree above her, she had a cane to use. Slowly lifting herself up and bracing herself for the pain, Amanda began to make her way around the cliff, dragging her damaged limb with her, looking for a trail or path to find her way back to the camp.

Amanda held her head time to time as she limped on, trying to remember the events of last night. There were images of wild animals, howling, the color red, and a sick mineral smell. The whole thing was a jumbled mess, and every time she tried to picture it she felt nauseas. The sun was beginning to set in the sky above, and moving at her present speed she never thought she would see camp again, but to her surprise, as she reached the clearing there it was, only different. The tents of her crew were gone, only hers remained, and the few specimens they dug up from the bog were also missing. Amanda’s mind tried to wrap her head around it, as she got closer she looked down, the grass was wet but clear, no blood, no prints, the area looked as though she was the only one around.

The rain began to stop, and as she got closer to her tent she reached out to open it, to find all her things still there, at least they looked to be there. Amanda’s ears picked up the sound of laughter coming from behind her, turning she looked, and saw the little girl she met earlier when she was with the group of locals that were complaining about her dig. The little girl was still in what appeared to be rags, laughing, kicking a large round shape. Amanda forgot about her tent and began to limp towards the little girl. As she got closer, more details came into view, the round object she was kicking seemed hairy, and the sound of the girl’s foot going at it didn’t sound like the sound of a ball being kicked about. Amanda drew closer, her body beginning to tremble once more, as she began to perspire again. As she got close enough to truly see what the little girl was kicking, Amanda screamed out in disgust and horror. It was Roy’s head, his eyes still open, glazed over, mouth open as if his last word was a scream. The little girl turned and looked Amanda directly in the eyes, smiling, innocently looking as if nothing was amiss. Amanda dropped her stick crumpled to the ground, on her knees as tears streamed down her cheeks, a pale color overtaking her skin tone. The little girl seemed to move so fast, she was right in front of Amanda, eyes glowing like the yellow ones she saw the night before. Amanda noticed how her teeth looked, oddly sharp, and the next thing she knew was the sensation of those teeth sinking into her shoulder through the torn hole in her jacket, her blood mixing with drool coming from the girls mouth. Amanda didn’t even scream she just kind of slumped over; eyes rolling into the back of her head, and passing out, the silence around was broken by the howl of a wolf, somewhere in the distance.

[TF-Viewer]

Pretty good so far. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next.